Ressas froze, utterly entranced by the obscene sight before him.
It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Seiyad’s body, and yet he trembled as if it were. The sheer intensity of it overwhelmed him—so much so that he became instantly aroused just from seeing Seiyad’s bare chest.
Stunned, like he’d taken a blow to the head, he stood there in a daze. By the time he regained his senses, his lower half was already painfully hard. The arousal hit so fast it was almost terrifying—his cock ached, straining against the confines of his pants.
What do I do… He’s too beautiful. Too perfect…
Ressas raised his hand and half-covered his eyes, unsure what to do. If he kept looking, he was bound to do something reckless. The urge to act surged within him—but touching someone passed out drunk wasn’t something a decent person would do. Not if he still wanted to call himself human…
And yet, even with that reasoning, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. In the end, he let his hand fall just enough to steal another glance. Drawn in by the temptation, he edged closer to Seiyad, barely aware he was moving. He couldn’t stop himself. The soft pink of his nipples looked almost edible.
Just the fact that Seiyad was breathing in front of him was enough to stir desire. But seeing him like this—unguarded and half-naked—drove Ressas to the brink. His head spun. He felt like a criminal, a pervert, yet he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t leave Seiyad like this, lying so defenseless.
“Eid… It’s cold at night. You shouldn’t be sleeping without clothes on…”
Though he voiced concern, dressing him never even crossed his mind. He didn’t want to hide that perfect body.
Ressas climbed onto the bed slowly, positioning himself between Seiyad’s slightly parted legs as if he were returning to where he belonged. He leaned down and gazed at him. Seiyad’s face, slack with sleep and flushed from drink, had shed all its usual sharpness. He looked soft. Vulnerable. Alluring in a way he never allowed himself to be while awake.
And that wasn’t all.
His strong neck flowed into a sharply defined collarbone, and his chest—broad, muscular, and honed through years of discipline—had more volume than Ressas expected. With half-lidded eyes, he leaned in closer, mesmerized.
Then, giving in to the impulse that had been building with every breath, he reached out and cupped Seiyad’s chest.
The sensation shocked him.
God… I didn’t think it would feel like this.
The muscles beneath his palm were firm yet pliant. It was nothing like a woman’s body, and yet—somehow—it was still soft. Not that the comparison meant anything. Seiyad was the only person Ressas had ever touched.
Seiyad was his first—his first naked body, his first kiss, his first everything.
So when Ressas felt that warmth, that newness, he shivered from head to toe. He never imagined a man like Seiyad—so strong, so invincible—could have a place on his body that felt this soft.
He even forgot to feel ashamed. His trembling hands gripped again, fingers curling into firm flesh that yielded like fresh dough. It sent an electric thrill down his spine.
Ressas lost himself. Driven by a hunger that bordered on madness, he buried his face into Seiyad’s chest like a man starved. He rubbed his nose into the thin, pale skin and breathed in deeply. His scent was warm, clean—like a soft breeze brushing across sun-warmed sheets. Ressas let out a low, desperate moan.
“Eid… I’m sorry. Just a little. Let me just have a taste. Please… wake up and scold me. Punish me however you want—I’ll take it.”
Mumbling like a man possessed, he groped and fondled Seiyad’s chest, then rubbed his lips over the nipple that had been tempting him since the moment he saw it. He flicked his tongue against it—and tasted sweetness.
Maybe it was a lie, maybe it was all in his head, but it didn’t matter. To Ressas, Seiyad tasted like sugar. Every inch of him was sweet.
He’d embraced Seiyad the night before, yes—but back then, he hadn’t had the clarity to take in the details. Just holding him had left him shaken and dazed. The heat and tightness around his cock had been overwhelming—he could barely think.
The same went for that morning. Just seeing Seiyad naked had made his vision blur. He’d lost control, grinding and thrusting like a beast, unable to even think of touching or teasing.
That was why this moment felt like the real first time. The first time he was truly looking at Seiyad’s body. The first time he was tasting him. And the feel of that firm, taut nipple against his tongue made his mind go blank.
Without thinking, he took it fully into his mouth, suckling greedily. As he rolled his tongue over the stiffening nub, he could feel it swell—harder, more sensitive with every lick. Seiyad’s body was so sinfully beautiful, so responsive, that Ressas couldn’t help himself. He began to grind his hips downward, slowly rubbing himself against the bed.
“Nnh… mm…”
Then came a response.
Seiyad twitched when his chest was first touched, but the moment Ressas started sucking, his body jerked. His face—until now relaxed in sleep—twisted into something lewd, flushed and needy.
“Ah… haa… ha, nn…”
Hearing that breathy moan above him pushed Ressas further.
That voice held unmistakable pleasure.
He didn’t hate it.
The knowledge spurred him on, made him bolder.
The once-soft licks turned wetter, more eager. His tongue flicked sharply now, teasing and pressing into the center like he was trying to stir something loose.
“Ahh…!”
Seiyad arched his back at the sudden jolt of pleasure, legs falling open. He squirmed, lifting his hips slightly as if he were begging for more.
Watching him writhe like that, flushed and panting, Ressas’ eyes darkened with lust. He remembered everything he’d learned the night before, and followed that knowledge to his next move.
He stopped sucking, pulling back just enough to undo Seiyad’s belt.
His fingers were rough and impatient as he tugged the pants down.
What was revealed beneath was enough to make Ressas’ heart pound.
Strong, long legs… and then, further down—his ankles. Delicate. Slim. A soft vulnerability not often found in Seiyad’s body.
It made Ressas’ throat tighten.
I’m going to lose my goddamn mind…
Muttering like it was nothing, Ressas lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Seiyad’s ankle. He sank his teeth into the delicate curve of the anklebone, leaving a faint mark, then gave the slim ankle a soft bite, as if he could swallow it whole. Only after licking down the elegant arch behind it, wet and slow, did his hunger ease—just a little.
He moved upward from there, kissing along the length of Seiyad’s leg. His lips trailed over firm calves, over strong knees, and up thick, toned thighs. He rubbed and nuzzled every inch, finally pressing his lips to the soft inner thigh just beneath Seiyad’s groin.
“Mn… ngh…”
Seiyad twitched from the touch—his body clearly on edge. The inner muscles of his thighs flexed, and his cock, fully exposed, gave a needy jerk. It was so erotic it was dizzying. Ressas’s own cock, already wet like he’d come once already, hardened again at the sight.
How can someone be this sexy…?
Even just the way Seiyad responded was too much—it was obscene. It felt like Ressas’s eyes would burst from the pressure building behind them. His vision was hot, bloodshot. If he stared any longer, he might actually go blind.
He didn’t even know what he wanted anymore. He wasn’t thinking—just moving with instinct. He’d never acted like this in his life, but everything that had happened today had worn down his control. Every bit of restraint had crumbled.
Unlike Ressas’s bare skin, Seiyad had a faint patch of pubic hair—but it was so light, it almost looked like it wasn’t there. Under the moonlight, his cock looked ethereal. Long, straight, just the right size—not too big, not too small. It was a little smaller than Ressas’s, but his own size was more freakish than anything. Seiyad’s felt just right. Perfect.
There wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t beautiful. From head to toe, he was flawless.
Ressas let his eyes linger for a moment—taking in the sight of his perfect lover—and finally gave in to the urge that had been tormenting him all night. He pushed Seiyad’s thighs apart and lowered his head, pressing his tongue where he wanted most.
Stretching his tongue out, he licked into the closed entrance, wet and slow. Then, as if trying to find traces of the seed he’d left that morning, he began to push deeper, licking like he was searching for something buried inside.
He knew Seiyad had bathed after they returned to the palace. He knew there wouldn’t be anything left. But even knowing that, he couldn’t help it—he still wanted to find some trace of himself in there. He pushed his tongue deeper.
“Haa… ha… ah…!”
Seiyad had already started twitching when Ressas licked his thighs, but when his breath touched that sensitive spot, his hips lifted in response. He gasped and trembled, thighs quivering as moans spilled from his lips.
There was no denying it—Eid had an unbelievably responsive body. Just licking him here made him melt.
He reacts this much… He gets this hard… How did he ever think he could push me away?
“Ah… ngh… more… please…”
It was like Seiyad could hear his thoughts—he started begging, voice low and ragged. He spread his legs wider, lifting his hips, silently asking for more. In answer, Ressas lapped at him harder, tongue diving into the narrow, burning heat.
“Ah… ahh… mnh… Ressas… mmh… Ressas…”
“I’m here, Eid. It’s me.”
“Just… please… inside… put it in…”
His voice was rough and hoarse, but those words cut through everything. Then, slowly, his eyes fluttered open. For a moment, he looked confused, unsure of what he’d just said—until his gaze drifted downward and found Ressas between his legs.
He blinked, dazed. Then his face turned bright red.
“Y-Your Highness…?”
“Call me Ressas. Please?”
Ressas couldn’t hold back the joy he felt at hearing Seiyad say his name so sweetly. He moaned deliberately and gave the entrance a long, wet lick, sending Seiyad’s head snapping back.
Maybe he thought it was still a dream. Unlike earlier, Seiyad now tried to close his legs, but Ressas wouldn’t let him. He caught his knees and gently pushed them open again, murmuring against his skin.
“Say it again… Call me Ressas, okay?”
“Ah… haah… Ressas… What… ngh… what’s happening…”
“You were undressing, so I thought you might be cold. I was warming you up. You shouldn’t sleep naked when it’s chilly out.”
“Then this isn’t a dream? Ngh—this is real…? Ah…!”
“Did you dream about doing this with me? Is that why you were begging so sweetly?”
“I don’t remember… begging…”
“But you did. When I licked your hole, you spread your legs for me. You wanted more. You wanted my tongue deeper, didn’t you?”
As he described exactly what he’d seen, Ressas smiled, and Seiyad’s expression crumpled. He frowned hard, then looked away and muttered in a low voice:
“…You’ve had too much to drink. You’re talking nonsense. Just… do whatever you want.”
“And what is it that I want?”
Seiyad opened his mouth, hesitated—then turned back and met his gaze head-on. Then he reached out, grabbed Ressas, and pulled him down hard.
Caught off guard, Ressas blinked. Seiyad’s face, flushed deep red, moved closer.
“…You want to be inside me. So hurry up and put it in.”
Even blushing like that, Seiyad didn’t hold back. He said it clearly, plainly—no shame, no pretense. And the moment Ressas heard those words, he realized he didn’t need to hesitate anymore.
Until now, even while touching and teasing, he’d still held back from going all the way. But hearing that loving, honest plea…
That was all it took to break the last of his restraint.
